Sailing through the ship, Are big cartons, that are being propelled, Like the music from the pallets of squeezebox, Moving through the passage drenched like the skin of a frog, As the day sees the light, These packages face high turbulence, Get unload in chunks, And suddenly, ship feels like a petal being carried away by air, Even after being empty, the vessel holds trillions of tiny creatures, Adding up to nothing significant in weight, And ironically, act as cranes to lift the food cargos, Working endlessly without taking any rest, Their diversity is a litmus test for the stability of craft, When unwell, they often make the ship stink, And finally, as the night sees the moon, Ship starts to load again, And a new travelogue is on its way, which no longer is an anomaly, Because everyone knows what it would contain, Still, it never feels mundane.
Cover picture Credit: Sangeetha K
Aarti Darra is a researcher who finds people to be beautiful experiments. She writes to woo herself.
It’s nice expression..
What a creative and gentle expression about a subject we would hardly think about, let alone write a poem! Really loved it!